This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

From the place where Ping Jiangyue dropped the flying sword to the black market, the two walked together on this journey.

Seemingly seeing Wen Zhe's complexion, Ping Jiangyue didn't bring up this issue again.Wen Zhe followed Ping Jiangyue's pace, but he was slowly thinking about this matter in his heart.

In all fairness, there are already many clues about Hua Jun asking him to go out to practice.From the map he received on his first birthday on Yuzhi Peak, to the knowledge that Jun Hua focused on teaching about camping in the wild during his lectures, including not long ago, Jun Hua asked him to independently Choose more magic weapons for self-defense...

Hearing the news suddenly, Wen Zhe wasn't too surprised.

When he first found out about this incident, he was indeed flustered that the baby bird was suddenly pushed out of the nest, but after he kept saying "calm down" to himself nine times in his heart, his emotions gradually calmed down.

Hua Jun said that the disciples of the general sect go down the mountain at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining, and now he is at the peak of the sixth level of Qi Refining, and it will not be long before the seventh level.Experience is inevitable, so it is better to think about where to go.

He has also seen the map of Kyushu. The mountains and rivers in the world, whether majestic or magnificent, always have their own beauty.But if he had to choose a place to visit...it would probably be the scenery that Mr. Hua has traveled in the past.

"Although I really don't want to disturb you, young master, I'm back to my senses." Ping Jiangyue snapped her fingers in front of Wen Zhe: "The black market is coming. Young master, put on your robe, here, a mask."

Ping Jiangyue had already put on a pitch-black cloak and a pure white mask on her face at some point.He handed Wen Zhe a folded robe, and shook a pitch-black mask in his other hand.

Wen Zhe changed his attire according to his words.A completely strange and fresh place is not far away, and Wen Zhe also regained his due curiosity: "Is it the rule of the black market to come here on foot without flying a sword?"

"Yes." Jiang Yue's lecture turned out to be surprisingly reliable: "The black market is usually located at the junction of the fringes of power, where fish and dragons are mixed. Before entering, the young master has to pay a special person. If you want to set up a stall or the like, you have to pay extra. Pay spirit stones. Buying items in the black market also requires extra spirit stones to be handed over to the black market managers."

"Can such a market continue?" Wen Zhe shook his head: "Then why don't you go to a place like Jixianfang? Even if you can't buy things in a serious store, there are always casual repair stalls. Or the black market The items in it are contraband and cannot be displayed in front of people's eyes?"

"It's not all contraband." Ping Jiangyue laughed: "But there is always a reason for the existence of this kind of place. For example, the black market stipulates that people wear black robes and masks, and they have to go through a long process before entering and exiting." This formation can basically wash away the traces on people's bodies - including the markings and codes made by those who are willing to do so, so trading here, especially the shady ones, will make people safer."

Having said that, Ping Jiangyue paused for a moment: "Let me take the exam, young master, who do you think would choose to trade in the black market?"

Wen Zhe followed Jiang Yue's explanation to expand his thinking: "Cultivators who are wanted, monks who can't reveal their true identities for some reason, monks who accidentally get prohibited items and need a lot of spirit stones?"

"Almost. But other than that, many ordinary monks will come here. Because although the black market needs to pay taxes to the managers, it is always cheaper than those sold in Wanbaolou and Zhanxian Pavilion. The cultivators in this area earn more than those acquired by the authentic forces."

Hearing this, Wen Zhe basically understood: "And if you set up a stall in a place like Jixianfang, you will inevitably be targeted by interested people afterwards. On balance, although the black market is a mixed bag, it is actually a relatively safe one, and the profit is still relatively low." a bit more."

"Yes." Ping Jiangyue said with a smile: "So the scale of the black market may be beyond the young master's imagination. But no matter how big it is, it can only be traded for monks in the Qi refining period and the foundation building period. The real golden core, Nascent Soul Daoist will not appear here—there is nothing worthy of their attention.”

"Okay, the black market is here."

With Jiang Yue holding down Wen Zhe's shoulders, she kicked her toes forward lightly: "Young master can see it."

Wen Zhe glanced down, and said without hesitation: "The seal method?" This seal method is too basic, as long as you have a little knowledge of the seal method, you can easily understand it.To be honest, its setting is not necessary at all.

"After all, it's a 'black market'." Ping Jiangyue smiled and pushed aside the seal used for concealment with her foot: "Even if existence is acquiesced, it is still necessary to put on a show."

The printing method was released, and a square opening three feet wide was exposed. Jiang Yue and Wen Zhe walked down the stairs in the cave entrance, and went deep into the ground step by step, until they came to a door guarded by two men in black robes. .

"Thank you." Ping Jiangyue squeezed her throat tightly, her voice became thin and soft.He reached out and put eight or nine spirit stones into the palm of a black-clothed guard: "I don't want to rent a booth, I'll bring friends to open my eyes."

The black-clothed guard nodded, silently making a please gesture.Wen Zhe followed Ping Jiangyue and stood for a moment on a formation that the two made way for, before stepping into the back of the fan.

The formation method and the seal method are quite similar, except that one requires the cooperation of many people, and the other is done by one's own strength, and there are only slight differences in the details.Wen Zhe lowered his gaze, and quickly recognized that this was a formation that wiped away the traces of monks.

The measures are indeed well done.

After actually entering the black market, Wen Zhe's eyes suddenly brightened.

Although the black market was built underground, it wasn't as gloomy as Wen Zhe imagined, and the place was so narrow that people crowded shoulder to shoulder.In fact, it is full of light, and the walls are bright and lively.Although there were quite a few people in black robes and masks walking around, the venue still seemed very empty.

Before Wen Zhe thought about whether the goods inside would be human eyeballs, baby's palms, girl's hair... However, looking at it now, it seems to be no different from the Jixianfang in his impression.

Ping Jiangyue fell down with a smile after hearing Wen Zhe's idea. He said meaningfully: "Young master, after all, this black market is on the edge of Huajun's power. Under the rule of Lord Xie, such a thing will not be allowed to happen."

The two walked slowly along the stalls, looking at the stalls on both sides from time to time.Ping Jiangyue seemed to be extremely proficient in the whole process, and from time to time she would send a voice transmission to Wen Zhe: "Young master, look at the stall on the right. People often use the black market to hide their identities and clean up their traces to fish in troubled waters. The stall owner's stalls are all It’s all a sham.”

This stall sells the bones, scales and fur of monsters for people to refine weapons.Wen Zhe squatted down to pick it up a few times, and then heard the stall owner say enthusiastically, "Take a look, fellow daoist, I have just acquired the goods here. These are all fresh, and the demonic power gathered inside is still there. Fellow daoist What magic weapon do you want to refine? Attack type or defensive type? I'm not boasting, I have a complete range of types on this stall."

Wen Zhe pinched a scale of the armored beast that was still smelling of blood, and the stall owner's boasting was heard again in his ears.He ignored it, and only looked at the scales over and over again, but he still didn't find anything wrong with it.

"Heh." A green and cold snort sounded beside Wen Zhe: "You want to buy something here?"

"Hey." The stall owner said displeased, "It's fine if you don't buy it, fellow daoist, are you going to mess with my business?"

"Stirring pornography?" The man's voice sounded very youthful and vigorous: "You can still use this pile of junk here to stir up pornography? Tell me yourself, what is he holding in his hand?"

"Naturally, it's the scales of the armored beast."

"A joke! The scales of the Iron Armored Beast rise from the root, and the color is like jade, which gradually changes from black to soot. It is hard and indestructible. If you want to fake it, you must be true. The color layering is so obvious, who are you trying to deceive? What Iron Armored Beast? The scales are clearly the scales of the burrowing tiger outside, I don't know what you have done to them!"

The stall owner hesitated twice, obviously a little weak, and said softly to Wen Zhe: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I didn't know that this thing is not the scale of the iron armored beast. Look at the other things, and said." Friends, I will give you a low price."

"Others, what else do you want him to see?" The man raised his youthful voice, and chased after the victory: "Puffy Tuan is dressed as the fur of a branch-tailed mouse, and Fengying Rabbit is repaired like a Lightning Rabbit, what a mess you are!" It’s full of fakes, so don’t take them out to deceive people.”

After all, the young man pulled Wen Zhe up: "You want to buy materials to refine Qi, right? I'll take you to a suitable stall, don't get entangled with liars."

Wen Zhe was dragged away by the young man three or four steps away from the stall, and couldn't help but say, "Thank you, I just had a look." Thinking of the young man's reckless behavior, he couldn't help asking, "Is this your first visit to the black market?" ?”

"Yeah, I'm a weapon maker. I couldn't help but say that when I saw that person selling fakes." The young man smiled: "Am I being too reckless, hehe, I'm so sorry."

The boy's attitude is straightforward and cheerful, and he can't help but smile.Just as he was about to say something, he was blocked by Ping Jiangyue's hand between the two: "What's wrong?"

Ping Jiangyue suddenly interposed between the two, stretched out her hand and pushed Wen Zhe behind her: "Fellow Daoist, it's the first time for my little son to come to the black market, so I laughed at you. Fellow Daoist specially sang this big show, It’s just a little embarrassing.”

The "boy" looked up at Ping Jiangyue, as if realizing that his action had failed this time, he stomped his feet resentfully, shook his robe loudly, turned and left.

Wen Zhe was guarded by Ping Jiangyue, and he came to his senses after watching the "boy" leave: "Is he with that stall owner? He wanted to drag me to another stall to buy some fake goods?"

"That's right. Young master, remember it. It's called a serial set. It's two sets, and some will set up three sets." Ping Jiangyue didn't mock Wen Zhe, but explained to him calmly: "Not only the black market, but also Even the ordinary market has a lot of such methods. When you just came to the black market, your behavior is indeed different from the people you are used to, and it is easy to identify. They just pick people like you. There are aliases for this kind of chain, It's called 'Zai Tou Dao'."